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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Went to dinner with my mom the other night. I was all set to order a cheeseburger and fries, and yes I know this wasn't good for my body, that has seen better days. Oh happy days..... another song lyric
but that's what I wanted before the waitress convinced me to try the Prime Rib Dinner.I asked the waitress for the end cut, medium well, because I don't like seeing blood, and I didn't want it well done, because I knew it would be dry.

So while waiting for my dinner, I ate some rolls, and soon the salad came out. Once finished, I only had to wait a few minutes for my prime rib. I was famished, and couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it.

And to my amazement, the prime rib practically covered the plate, barely making room for the mashed potatoes and asparagus that came with it. Now I was ready to dig in, and enjoy this fantastic meal.

As I started to cut into the prime rib, my steak knife wouldn't slice through the meat. My mom kept insisting it had to be the knife, and I kept insisting, mom the knife is fine, it's the meat that's not. After trying for about five minutes, I called the waitress over, and told her what was wrong. She offered to get me another piece of Prime Rib. and I said my appetite just left the room. But she nicely insisted that the next one would be fine.

I said "okay, but make sure it's a very small piece." And before I could tell her, I didn't want the mashed potatoes, she disappeared. The reason being, it tasted like it came from a box.

When she came back, the prime rib was not small, in fact, it was the same size as the first one. And there stood a fresh pile of, you guessed it, mashed potatoes which I knew, I wouldn't touch.

She asked if this one is okay, and I just kept staring at the meat, and the waitress just walked away, shouting, "enjoy".

Now knowing I didn't want to see red, there stood in front of me the rarest/ raw piece of Prime Rib, that if it could, would jump out of the plate and run away... Needless to say, at that point, my appetite totally dissolved, replaced by a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The waitress came over, and again, apologized. "I'll tell my manager what happened, she said..

The waitress then came back, and told me I didn't have to pay for the prime rib, I would have to pay for the salad. "The salad that came with the meal," I said, "and that I already ate, not knowing the I would do battle with the Prime Rib". I just couldn't believe it..... the salad of lettuce, tomato and ranch dressing would cost me 5.00). "Are you kidding, I shouted..

But did it matter. The manager told me, it was their policy, since I ate the salad. I would have to pay for it, and that I should have told her about the situation. But how was I to know, that the prime rib would cause me such misery....... after all the meal wasn't ala-carte.

In the end, she wanted to reimbursed me the 5.00 for the salad, but I was so upset, that I told her to forget it.

I did tell her in all the years I've eaten here, I've only returned food once or twice, and that's a record for me. Because it seems whenever I order something at a restaurant, they somehow managed to always ruin mine. Is this an omen, that I should never go out to eat... I wonder.... hint, hint..

But I guess, I'm a glutton for punishment, because I like going out to eat, and therefore, will probably always experience some kind of problem with my food, but in the same venue, I've enjoyed many meals as well... so it's a 50/50 chance. And after all, isn't life about taking chances....